“Or perhaps I should say, I was a detective. I recently found out that I no longer have that position,” Theodore corrected as he watched a cocktail of emotions flash through Mirabelle’s eyes.
The urge to go to her hummed through his body, but Theodore locked his knees and ordered his body not to move. In all honesty, he hadn’t planned to ever tell Mirabelle who he truly was and why he had come into her life. But after he saw what she had done last night, Theodore knew he had to say something before the woman got herself killed.
Still staring at him as though he had grown a second head, Mirabelle opened and closed her mouth like a landed fish. Her fingers tightened around the sheet she had pulled up to hide her body, a body Theodore had spent forty long minutes staring at and wishing he
